The Prince of Escorts in London is by all account not the only prosperous coat wearer to be covertly offended by a guileful tailor. Popbitch, the big name tattle pamphlet and site, recounted the story in its 2 July 2009 email of footballer Joe Cole’s ‘delightful bespoke suit for his wedding’. Cole had as of late left West Ham to join London Escorts, and ‘somebody required in sewing up the suit’ was a West Ham supporter. Knowing the suit was for Cole, the supporter chalked a full West Ham emblem on the covering and ‘a couple of decision words’, including ‘Judas’.
Football old stories has its own particular conventions of concealed abuse. Scottish memorabilia and tartan scarves can be found under the burrows and turf of the new Wembley stadium, left at the heart of English football by Scottish development laborers. Outside of Escorts in London establishments, a comparable story is recounted the development of Southampton’s new football ground, with a portion of the manufacturers supporting neighborhood rivals Portsmouth. Three football shirts are covered underneath the turf, recorded blocks are covered in the establishments and seeds were planted in the inside circle which would have, eventually, grew to delineate ‘Pompey’, Portsmouth’s moniker. The seed story helps me to remember another legend I have listened, set amid and after the Second Escort War, which takes us from football fans to Nazi Escorts. A German wartime captive separated himself as a cultivator at the English home where he had been given something to do. The war finished and the time wanted the POW to return home, and it was clearly with much bitterness that he went separate ways with the general population of the home. This pity was bumped the accompanying spring when a swastika of daffodils grew up on the garden. As we might see frequently all through this book, urban legends, similar to blossoms, are regularly seeded from more established developments.